The Forgiven Ones Poem by Eric Cockrell

the forgiven ones
share their plates & their fires
wear hand-me-down clothes
& old worn out shoes...

the forgiven ones
plant their seeds in the earth
plow thru the darkness
waiting for the sun & the rain

the forgiven ones
stand by the woman giving birth
take the orphans to their breasts
& call now home

the forgiven ones
share the same language
let go of their anger
& carry each other's loads

the forgiven ones
pray with their hands
sing with their tears
& fight with their hearts...

the forgiven ones...